First Night Back

Really really exhausted right now so this will be a short journal entry. Anyways, there is not too much to report. The first flight to Paris was miserable and my own personal version of hell. A guy wanted me to change seats with him so he could sit with his whole family (I had a window seat). I looked at the seat he wanted me to sit it – between 2 screaming fighting children, and the arms of the chair were thick, making the seat super narrow (bulkhead seat in the middle) and painful for my slightly-large posterior to fit in. I felt like a bit of a jerk when I said no, but dangit, this is one of the few confirmed seats I have ever had, and I need my window seat. And he would still be sitting with his family; he would just be across the row from them, which I didn’t think was so bad. Still felt a bit guilty but then I fell asleep eventually to the sound of 3 screaming children (yay earplugs) and forgot about it. Our flight was late into Paris, so I didn’t have any time to look around, get a last cup of good coffee, or anything other than run to the gate and get on the plane. At least this time I had splurged for an exit row so I had some leg room. And it fit my posterior just perfect!

Got to customs in Freetown, and of course that is always nervewracking cuz you’re just not sure if they are going to A) tell you something is wrong with your passport/visa, B) your bags wouldn’t have arrived or C) customs/immigration people would give you a hard time over your bags. Well I think my lil “Embassy” writing on my visa helped out cuz they waived me through quickly. And my bags were there and everything was still inside them. And then I walked to the customs people with my bags, and they asked me why I was there and I said I was a student. And then as I turn they ask “Oh yeah do you have anything to declare?” I was so tired I probably should have just said no but thought to be a good girl and said “Well, I sort of have a firearm. It’s not really a firearm but I guess it sorta is considered one” (My dart gun). They say “eh…that’s ok, you’re fine.” I guess I just look trustworthy.

Then I caught the EcoWater Taxi that goes across the water to the real city (got phone number #1 along the way – didn’t not give him mine of course). Found Michele our vet waiting there for me with the driver (score!), stopped to get some takeaway food, and chatted with Michele until I realized I wasn’t making much sense anymore and sort of starting to sound too much like Beavis and Butthead “yeah ..hheheh yeah…” and decided it was time for me to sleep. So now I’m going to sleep!!!